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By Ali Date: 2003 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.20.06.52.12693]] |
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I took a shadow's place in silence, smiled As the days went by, trying to understand My devils, and the hollow in your eyes; But it's all so inconsequential because It's not about us, what we are and who we aren't, Residing in a spider web of today and tomorrow-- It's about accidents, mistakes, slip-ups In passion's presence, words Followed by embraces, things we hadn't Imagined, let alone knew how to deal with. But it dwindled down, secrets smiling As if to say, "Yes, this existed--once-upon-a-time," and yet I question now what was, and what was--perhaps was A mere shimmer of what I wanted to happen; Can a person's heart imitate love, And still swear That it feels true? I don't know anything about Second-chances, but I can tell you about Secondhand smiles, exchanges built upon "Pure" emotion, which turns out to be sand, caught Under a relentless tide--I don't know if anything Is ever really what it seems. But I'm trying to find you, Through all these tangled silver threads, feeling my way Through to what I think is the other side, offering up A few well-placed words, a sly sidelong Glance (a question without it spoken), but I'm asking You too many things, again, and each heartbeat Is refused an answer, each supposition broken carelessly, And shadow-tossed onto the floor. I feel almost undone, Confused into remembering but then forgetting myself-- It seems as if you are denying Everything. It's as if you are denying me. But I'm intertwined in this, just as you are, struggling Against this binding, which is yours and which is mine-- But who is awake and who is sleeping, dreaming this Or not dreaming at all? |